Two hundred and forty-one Nine Masters Nine Uncles

"You really know!" The N-Jing Massacre is an example, evoking the truth that he only learned after entering the national army, and it is better to be broken than to be whole: At that time, the 87th and 88th Divisions of the German Ordnance Army, which were the strongest combat effectiveness of the Chinese army, the 103rd and 112th Divisions of the Teaching Corps, and the 156th Division of the 83rd Army of the Guangdong Army, tens of thousands of elites were all slaughtered after they put down their guns and were captured, "Yes, Lao Jiang believes in the promise of foreigners too much, and he trusts himself too much in the first phase of Huangpu, and he will be incapable of exhausting thousands of troops!"

Zheng Xuanqi wants to talk about history, those official or others discuss, but in retrospect, the old man in front of him is the one who personally experienced the war of national peril, so he has more right to speak, and all rhetoric and praise and criticism are pale and weak. As soon as he finished speaking, "So in the end, you took your fate into your own hands!" and added, "There will always be a day when the mainland remembers the veterans and will face history squarely, whether they belong to the republic or the country." ”

"Hehehe, you are very interesting, I understand why Lao Sun wants to accept you as a closed disciple, I guess the most important bottom goods of his family must have been passed on to you. The old man seemed reluctant to mention this matter again, so he tried to change the subject.

"Hong Kong's lame man, I know, Zhang Qifu of the Golden Triangle is even more thunderous, especially the latter, he has a rule, never to traffic D products to the mainland. I guess half of his blood, or his teacher Zhang Fengxiang when he was a teenager, must have taught him not to forget his ancestors. As for Little Japan, Indonesia, the Philippines, the United States, etc., who cares whether they live or die. Zheng Xuanqi followed the old man's example, and did not waste his words on topics that he was not interested in. Since the master's incident, Zheng Xuanqi's words have also changed a lot, friends and enemies are strangers, and he has become more and more clear!

The old man looked at this teenager, time seemed to have gone backwards, and he saw in him those baby comrades-in-arms who were once not tall, but they were dedicated to the killing field for the country, and saw the brothers who were lying on the rattan bed for a long time and were unwilling to close their eyes, and, wait, Zhang Qifu and them executed the drug dealers who broke the shallow rules. The years have solidified his heart into a stone, but he still strongly agrees with the decision that drugs cannot enter the mainland, and he is also Chinese.

"I haven't really known each other yet? The people on the road respect me as the ninth master, which means nine deaths and one life, and my friends and comrades-in-arms all call me Mao Jiu. When I was a child, I didn't learn a few words, and my parents were poor, so there were too many dogs in the same village at that time, so I changed to a cat. Lao Sun wanted to change my name at that time, that is, the leopard head in the Water Margin, Lin Chong, but I returned; he had no choice but to call me Mao Jiu, saying that cats have nine lives, and the bullets will go around me when I go to the battlefield in the future, and even if I am accidentally shot, I will not hurt my life. But who knows, my wild cat really has nine lives!" said the old man, holding out his wide, rough, calloused hand.

Zheng Xuanqi held the old man's hand, the index finger of his right hand that pulled the trigger all the year round was like a few pieces of woodwork, and the palm was even more yellow and hard. If you talk about the life of the cat for more than nine decades, where can it be said most clearly, his hand is the best proof. The force of Zheng Xuanqi's handshake, strong but not rough, kept coming from the old man's consciousness: the thrill of shuttling through the jungle, the danger of constantly brushing shoulders with death, the roar of artillery fire that has not been forgotten for a long time, and the ------ between brothers and comrades-in-arms and the purpose of his coming to Hong Kong.

Zheng Xuanqi had a burst of realization in his heart, and his eyes also shone with light, but he covered it up very well, plus the contact eye to cover it, although the old man's eyes were like torches, he couldn't find a moment of change.

"Your hand is a veteran's combat history, out of respect for a hero of the Anti-Japanese War, you are the same generation as my master, if you don't suggest, I want to call you respectfully, Nine Elders!" Zheng Xuanqi said respectfully, "And my surname is Zheng, and I call me "doctor" to the outside world, they call me Zheng Shao, and the master calls me Xiao Qi, do you also call me Xiao Qi, or Xiao Zheng." ”

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After a short and deep exchange, the two young and old, who have been separated by decades in age, are not so strangers, but there is still some unspeakable wariness between each other, even if they change their titles verbally on the surface, they are slightly close. But one Zheng Xuanqi is from the mainland, and there are veterans' bodyguards that make the old man have a lot of scruples; the other is that the old man's identity as an invisible drug lord also makes Zheng Xuanqi feel chicken, you must know that the old man's connector and the person in charge of smuggling in Hong Kong died directly that night, and the only ones left at present, those drug traffickers who are involved with the Hong forces, are also on the second batch and the final list. Although the list is in Qi Baishi's hands, Zhuge Hong is the person in charge, and the poor Qi in his hands is the final killer. Calculating the time, according to the previous Qi San and Xiao Linhu, who is now his partner, the style and characteristics of the two of them will not sit down and drink tea quietly if they do not eradicate the hidden dangers.

Zheng Xuanqi finally did not get into the car carrying the two women, but changed to one, and the people in the car were only Zhuge Hong and the driver Tang Sanshou.

Zhuge Hong already understood from Zheng Xuanqi's change into a car that his boss wanted to tell him something important, and it should be related to the strange car he got in just now, so he asked: "Cars, people, I'll let people check it out immediately, if you do it, you can do it at any time, they can't get out of this area." ”

"No, there is an old friend of a master in the car, but his identity is very special, the former major of the national army, and now the drug lord of the "Golden Triangle". Zheng Xuanqi said in a deep voice, thinking in his mind again after he cleaned up the drug dealers surnamed Hong in Hong Kong, whether the chain reaction it would produce would be out of his control, at least in the area he secretly controlled, whether there would be any drastic changes.

"In this way, something happened last night, and I haven't reported it to you in time, it's like this------" Zhuge Hong made it clear what happened last night upstairs in a certain hotel, Qi Baishi, Ruan Da, Xiao Linhu, and then Qi Baishi's decision was clear, "And this morning, Qi San has accompanied his wife to the small villa." ”

"In this way, Xiao Linhu has progressed, blame others, Li Dai Tao stiff, plan in plan, game in game, heh! And Qi San, Qi Baishi, is a little sad. Xiao Linhu was able to take advantage of Qi Sanzhi's east wind to smoothly grasp every force that must be mastered with Cai Yaohui under the guidance of an old man he hired for him, without impatience or impatience, step by step. In the end, in order to prove their ability and prove themselves, they want to acquire more rights under their ambitions, such as the management of entertainment venues. As Hong Yuansheng commented on him, he does have a tiger hidden in his heart, and the lack of land is an opportunity. As for Qi Baishi, he was indeed a lion and tiger before he was overhead, but in the end he became a chess piece that was abandoned at will, but he was forced to the bottom line by his own people when he crossed the river, and he may even be hitched with his family------ and he was abandoned by the persistence in his heart, which was worthless, which reminded Zheng Xuanqi of a Korean film "New World".

"After this special time has passed, do they want to withdraw first?" Zhuge Hong said that they are naturally very few people in Qiqili, some people who like to hide in the dark and stay quietly for a day.

"Let Ying Si keep an eye on Qi Baishi's former boss, Qi San is back, he knows how to protect himself even more, he won't let the person who betrayed him pinch his braids; Then, let Fat Dun privately check the boat that runs long distance between Hong Kong and Southeast Asian countries, including the details of the people inside, if it is from Thailand, it depends on the situation, don't attract attention; and wait a while to get to the downtown area, you call this number, and say, 'The eyes of the mainland public security have been eyeing that batch of things.'" If he asks, "Who are you?" You will say that your friend in Nanjing asked you to help you find out; if you ask again, "Okay, no?" You will say that Beiping is not good, and nothing else matters; if you still ask, you will not be able to get through? You will not be able to get through for the time being, and you will watch from the wall. After that, you can hang up and go to change the number, or the phone. Zheng Xuanqi first closed his eyes, thought for a moment, and then opened his eyes and said.

At this time, the old man who finally asked Zheng Xuanqi to call him the ninth uncle also squinted, as if he had fallen asleep. But the middle-aged man who knew him knew that his master was pondering, and he must be thinking about the teenager just now, or the content of their conversation. It's not that my eyes are dazzled and my eyes are lost, but I never imagined that an ordinary teenager at a young age, that is, the age of a middle school student, would be so special, and those people seemed to revolve around him. And the middle-aged man is none other than the old man's housekeeper, surnamed Liang.

Suddenly, a bell rang and interrupted the middle-aged man's mind. He connected the phone, and the call was short, but the content was critical, because a slight smile appeared on Steward Liang's face.

"Master, they have found the address where they live, but there seem to be two of them, and Alai asked if he wanted to do it now!" Steward Liang said to the old man, holding back his rapidly beating heart.